Nice Try

I look at you and laugh at the smoke you blow in the eyes of
those you truly despise. I look at you and laugh as you try to
hurt the soul that does not exist within. When will you get it?
When will you learn? I am the conscious you refuse to give into
for the fear of losing yourself to the monster you regret had
been born, you.

Yes you sweet lover with the sour mouth.

At first the strike you gave me was a surprise of grief coated
with ecstasy and sin, but then you came to know that your pain
that you continue to deny is what you feed the Naive, flicking
the hurt straight into their system so they break down and die,
but I, no not I. The pain you try to give is the very fuel I eat
every day and every night.

You think you can hurt me simpleton?

You must be inept with my acquaintance.

Your sin is our unwanted birth and I refuse to get an abortion.

So now what?

I laugh at the anxiety you try to drive me through. Juvenile, do
you not understand that I am a masochist? Or are you seeing how
far the rabbit hole goes? Do you dare find out or is it too late?

Have you gone so far in you've seem to not get yourself out? Hmm.
How cute.

You think you're the only one.

You look at me with bitter jealousy as I smile and dance and play
so you try to break me as if I've never been broken before.
Sorry, but I admit to my capacity of Dandelions. I fly into a
million pieces breaking so quickly no one can piece me together,
can catch me, but as soon as you throw me away, there I am again.

Then you realize that I am now your surroundings, hope you're not
allergic.

You imbecile, do you not realize that I am full of bliss when you
sting me on my bottom with your emasculate skeleton hand?

Hurt me more, please, try harder because we both know that I'm
getting closer. I see through the layers of skin you present with
in glamorous scent. That same scent is the same foulness no one
notices, but I do. That scent is not you but a Brute filled with
demons haunting your head with confusion of what's right and
wrong, but I see.

So you see, this hurt you give is your cry for help. This hurt
you give me is to draw me in, and I'm drawn.